Your holiday

Your holiday

Try to search in your mind, but you can't find a holiday that belongs to you.

On the holidays, I only remember the busy figure you prepared for us. I also carefully asked about your birthday, but you didn't answer at most.

Mom, tomorrow is Mother's Day, and some words want to tell you.

The first sentence is "I'm sorry."

The arrival of the youthful rainy season has made us contradictory, my temper, I don’t know how many times I hurt you, and I clearly remembered that day.

It was a cold morning, and it was sunny yesterday, but after a night, cold air came. I didn't have time to find clothes, and I crammed myself into the school uniform and left the house. "Add clothes and go!" You suddenly stopped me. I turned my head and saw that you took a ugly and thick dress and ran to me. "I am not cold!" I yelled in my heart and shouted at the dissatisfaction of the dress. You said with some persistence: "I still wear it, how cold it is!" "Mom, I really don't wear it, I am late, I am leaving!" I walked away on my bicycle without going back. Your words behind you disappear into the cold wind.

Along the way, the cold wind ragingly "kissed" my face, the cold air surrounded me with a "cool", and some regretted not wearing that dress. When the chill almost spread to my deepest bone marrow, you accidentally appeared, holding the clothes that I was soon rejected by, and now I am eager to see, you are walking quickly, the wind blows up your usual comb With meticulous hair, you look a little embarrassed, and you have been wearing so thin clothes that make me wear clothes. "Mom," "You put it first!" You interrupted me. I put it on, and I was isolated from the cold of the world. "It’s coming late, go ahead, I will go back first!" You turned and left with peace of mind.

Looking at your back, my heart was a bit sour, but I didn't have time to say sorry.

The second sentence is "I love you."

This sentence, I want to talk to you many times, but every time I speak to my mouth and ingest, perhaps implicitly, we are really not good at expressing, can only hide the love of each other deep in the heart.

One day of leisure, pick up your phone and play it in a random way. There is only one photo in the album. Don't you not play this? With a little doubt, I opened the photo album, God! The person in the photo turned out to be wearing a school uniform and writing my homework seriously. I am very small in the photo, you must be very far away. I understand that you always hide your love for me like I have never shown love for you.

I looked at the photo repeatedly, as if I was peeping at your cautious love. Imagine how you look when you take pictures. Would you be nervous? I smiled secretly.

Mom, I love you just like you love me.

Tomorrow, you must be the most beautiful mother.

Second day: Ming Yu